Last Hour of the Last Day of Work
Yesterday at 9:00pm I finished my last shift in the Keith Shaw ICU at St. James’s Hospital. After nearly eight months of e-mails, phone calls, enquiries, and general pain-in-the-butt paperwork, I wind up working here for a total of seven months. Yes, I enjoyed working there, and I learned a lot in the short time I was there, however, it still felt good knowing I was done. I guess that just reinforces the fact that we are indeed looking forward to returning home, wherever that is.
Incidentally, a week and a half was about all of the time that elapsed between when I started looking for a job to return to in Minneapolis and when I had the job offer in my inbox. Funny.
So, things are really picking up now. I’m done with work, loose ends are being tended to, and Jenniffer already has one of our large suitcases packed and ready to go home. At the same time, we’re also planning for the Euro-trip we’re squeezing in between now and when we head back. We’ll post more details on that before we go.
Tonight we had a nice dinner at a local Indian restaurant with Jenniffer’s sister Jacqueline who is visiting Ireland with her boyfriend Jason. Later this week they’ll be doing a bicycle tour in the western part of the country. For now, though, they’re crashing on our floor and taking in some of Dublin’s tourist attractions.
One last thing I wanted to mention tonight. . . I’ve now been here for over seven months, and I have yet to come across anyone with the name “Carlos O’Kelly.” Discuss.
As I type: listening to Booker T. & the M.G.’s “McLemore Avenue”